A small carriage was being pulled through Paris by a dark brown, almost black horse. The driver was a young woman with long, very light brown hair that was currently pulled up into a bun underneath her hat. The passenger sitting in the back was definitely a high class aristocrat. He was sitting up straight and dignified while his cat and his three kittens sat around him. His hair was dark purplish brown with the oddest curl sticking up from the front with a pair of glasses sitting on his nose.
The smallest of the three kittens ran up the horses back and sat on the top of the horse's head. He looked up and smiled at the little kitten as he continued walking. The man in the back picked up the only little girl of the three kittens and smiled as he petted her, holding her against his cheek.
"Michelle, my little one, you are going to be as beautiful as your fazer. Isn't she, Francis?" he asked, looking at the father that climbed up his front. He knew the kittens meant the world to the cat since Jeanne had been lost during their birth. Francis meowed softly and pressed his head against his chin affectionately. The last of the kittens, an orange colored one, climbed up the driver's side and sat on her shoulder, and tried climbing up her face to play with her hat. Roderich, the young aristocrat, laughed lightly as he watched the kitten.
"Careful, Alfred! You're making it very difficult for Natalia," he said. Natalia watched the little orange trouble maker try and paw at her hat while trying to stay situated on her face. She gently grabbed Alfred and set him back down in the carriage and pulled the horse to a stop.
"Whoa, Kiku, whoa. Steady, boy," she said, smiling at the horse. Kiku slowed quickly, almost making Matthew, the small black kitten fall off. Natalia quickly hopped out of the coach, and straightened her pantsuit before walking over to the Roderich. She held out her hand and helped him out of the coach.
"Danke, Natalia," he said, holding the parcel in his hands firmly as Francis jumped out to tend to the kittens. He stopped and turned back as Kiku neighed softly. "Oh. Of course, Kiku, I almost forgot," he said, smiling as he held out his hand for the horse. Kiku smiled and chewed on the treat.
"Monsieur uh- may I take your parcel. Monsieur, it really is much too heavy for you, Monsieur," the young girl said, reaching out to take the box. Roderich smiled and rolled his eyes.
"Now, tut-tut, Natalia. Don't fuss over me," he teased, walking purposefully inside. She smiled and bowed her head. The two boy kittens had gotten out of the coach and were playing around Kiku's legs. Francis smiled as he watched them and looked at the little black one.
"Matzew, come back 'ere. 'Aven't you forgotten somezing, darling?" he questioned his son. The little one scrunched his eyebrows for a moment before it dawned on him. He turned around and looked at the horse.
"Thank you Mister Kiku, for letting me ride on your back," he said softly. Kiku chuckled softly and nodded at the kitten.
"You are quite wercome, young man," he said. Matthew smiled proudly and looked back to Francis.
"How was that, Papa?" he asked with expectant bluish violet eyes. He smiled and nodded in approval.
"Very good, darling, zat was very nice," he told him. Roderich looked back from the doorway of the house to see the kittens and Francis still around Kiku. He turned and called them gently.
"Come along, Francis, kittens, come along." He smiled as they ran inside ahead of him. He walked in after them but then walked back to look at Natalia as he remembered something.
"Oh, und Natalia. I'm expecting mien attorney, Elizaveta Héderváry," he said and continued back inside, "you vemember her, of course!" The woman sighed, looking up at the sky as she spoke to herself.
"Of course, Monsieur. How could anyone forget her?" she inquired sarcastically, a small smile playing at her pale lips.
A rather old, beaten up looking car was spluttering and banging its way down the cobbled street towards Roderich's house. The woman inside jerked the car to a stop in front of the gates and stood up. She was a young woman with long, light brown hair pulled into a ponytail and was extremely klutzy and childlike. She pulled off her gloves and shoved them in her pocket as she sang loudly to herself.
"Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay. Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay." She bent over to get out of the vehicle and found her foot stuck. "Oh," she huffed and used the cane she kept with her to pull it loose. She grinned, holding her briefcase tightly and hopped out of the car. "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay, ta-ra-ra-boom-de- Whoops!" She tripped as she skipped down the walkway to her client's house but caught herself on her cane. "Not as sure footed as I vas vhen I vas 16, eh?" She chuckled to herself and continued towards the large house.
"Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay, ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay!" Natalia was hurrying towards the door, pulling on her jacket as she heard Elizaveta coming up the steps. She stood up straight and opened the door. The Hungarian waltzed in as if in her own world. Natalia grabbed the woman's scarf as Elizaveta spun around.
"Ah, good day, ma'am. Monsieur is expecting you, ma'am," Natalia said, turning to hang the scarf up. Elizaveta grinned and reached up with her cane to spin her hat on the tip.
"Evening, evening, Natalia," she replied, twirling her hat off and right onto the Belarusian's head. "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay, ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay."
"Oh, another ringer, ma'am. You never miss," she said, taking the hat off and putting it up. She turned and hers eyes widened as she watched the clumsy woman wobbling up the stairs.
"Come on, Natalia. Last one up ze stairs is a nincompoop!" she called. Natalia sighed and walked over to the small elevator in the house.
"Could we take the elevator this time, ma'am?" she asked politely, not feeling like carrying the woman up the large staircase again. Elizaveta looked over her shoulder at the other woman and laughed.
"Zat bird cage? Poppycock! Elevators are for old people. Oops!" She leaned backwards, nearly tipping back down the stairs and almost dropping her briefcase. Natalia rushed up the stairs and grabbed Elizaveta to keep her from falling back.
"Oh, uh… may I give you a hand, ma'am?" she asked, stress making her voice start to crack. The Hungarian chuckled and looked up at the other.
"You haven't got an extra foot, have you, Natalia?" she asked. She burst into a fit of giggles and Natalia swallowed and rolled her eyes.
"That always makes me laugh, ma'am. Yes. Every time," she replied tightly. This was going to be longer than she was praying for. They started up the staircase when both almost toppled over. Elizaveta looked down and started tugging on her cane which was caught between their legs.
"Vhoa! Oh! Let go of my cane!" she yelled as Natalia held onto her as best as she could. The woman's navy blue eyes widened as Elizaveta tripped and spun them around, almost making them fall.
"Careful, ma'am. Oh please! I'm frightfully sorry, ma'am!" Elizaveta managed turn herself around and snag Natalia's suspenders from under her coat with her cane and started walking backwards. Natalia groaned inwardly and just waited for the inevitable.
"Don't panic Natalia. Upward and onward! Vhee!" the brunette called, running back up and jumping onto the woman's back. Natalia oofed with the impact but was thankful that the attorney was light. "Am I going too fast for you, Natalia?" she asked playfully. The Belarusian sighed and started her trek up to Roderich's room.
"Please, ma'am, do hold on."
Roderich stood before a large mirror while his record played slow music, straightening his suit as he waited for Elizaveta. He brushed his hair, trying to get his curl to lay flat but failing. He sighed and simply let the curl bounce back to its original position. He looked in the mirror and down at Francis as he fixed his cravat.
"Zere now, Francis. Zat's better. Ve must boz look our best for Eliza. She's our closest und dearest friend, you know," he told the cat, reaching down to pet his head. He meowed and both of them looked up as someone knocked on the door. "Come in," he called. The large double doors opened and Natalia stumbled through, holding the bottoms to her pantsuit up as she held one of the doors open.
"Announcing... Madame... Elizabeta... Héderváry," she panted, swallowed as she managed a small bow. Elizaveta walked in, spinning and smiling happily as the kittens ran up and start playing around her feet.
"Oh my goodness Natalia. I know it's Eliza," Roderich chastised softly as he picked up Francis. The Hungarian smiled and practically skipped up to her old friend.
"Roderich, my dear," she said, bowing low and winking up at him. The man chuckled and rolled his eyes at the woman.
"So good to see you, Elizabeta," he replied. He watched, a smirk playing at his lips, as he reached out for her hand. She, however, grabbed the end of Francis' tail and kissed it. Roderich has to bite his lip to keep from laughing at their old game.
"Ah, still ze softest hands in all of Paris, eh?" she inquired, keeping a straight face the entire time. Francis covered his mouth with one of his paws and smiled at the woman. The aristocrat sighed and scratched Francis behind his ear.
"You're a shameless flatterer, Eliza," he told her, teasing in all of his words as he laughed lightly. Matthew was by the record player, spinning the hand to keep it playing and Elizaveta perked up as she heard the music.
"Roderich, zat music, it's from Carmen, isn't it?" she inquired, a mischievous smirk pulling at her lips. He nodded and rubbed his cheek against Francis' fur.
"Zat's vight. It vas mien favorite vole," he said as he watched the young attorney.
"Yes, yes! It vas ze night of your grand premiere zat ve first met, vemember?" she asked, looking at him with sparkling green eyes.
"Oh, indeed I do," Roderich said, still holding Francis up close to his face and chuckling as Elizaveta started to dance around the room.
"And how ve celebrated your success! Champagne, dancing ze night away," she grinned, humming to the music as she made her way towards Roderich. She swooped in and pulled him into the dance.
"Oh, Eliza!" He huffed at the girl put allowed himself to be pulled into the dance as he held Francis up with one hand. Michelle and Alfred played and jumped around their feet. Matthew was spinning around the old record, jumping over the needle every time he came to it. He missed it once, though, and brought the song to a slow stop. He yelped slightly, but smiled sheepishly at his father and Roderich. The darker brunette laughed breathlessly as Elizaveta twirled off towards the large desk in the room.
"Oh, zank goodness, just in time," he said, sitting down on the large, plush sofa and setting Francis in his lap. "Ah, Eliza, we're just a pair of sentimental fools," he told her. She ignored him and continued to spin around. "Now, Elizaveta, do be serious. I've asked you to come here on a very important legal matter," he said, looking at the woman seriously.
"Vha-? Oh! Splendid! Splendid!" she said excitedly, tripping in her haste and sitting behind the desk. She giggled and sat herself down, fixing her dress as she did so. "Who do you vant me to sue, eh?" she asked, eyebrow raised. Roderich rolled his eyes at the childish woman.
"Oh, come now Eliza. I don't vish for you to sue anyone. I simply vant to make my vill." Elizaveta rolled her eyes and put on a pair of glasses.
"Und vhy vould vant to make a vill at your age?" she asked as she opened her briefcase. Roderich shrugged and leaned back, holding Francis to his chest.
"Just in case. You never know vhat might happen," he replied, petting the cat's head affectionately. The brunette nodded in understanding and pulled out a ink pen
"Alvight zen, ze vill it is zen. Now, zen, who are ze beneficiaries?" she asked. "Vell, as you know, I have no living velatives," he started. Natalia was listening from downstairs in her small room through the connecting pipes as she ironed her, now, very wrinkled pantsuit. "And naturally, I want my beloved cats to be always cared for. And certainly no one can do this better than my faithful servant, Natalia." The light haired women looked up in interest. She walked over to the hose and listened carefully.
"Natalia?" Elizaveta asked incredulously, "Roderich, you mean to say you're leaving your vast fortune to Natalia? Everyzing you possess? Stocks und bonds? Zis... zis mansion? Your country chateau? Art treasures, jewels und-" Natalia had almost stopped listening entirely as she started dancing around the shabby room, grinning widely and blowing kisses to the listening tube.
"No, no, no, Elizaveta, to my cats," Roderich interrupted Natalia's happiness. The Belarusian's face fell as she listened to this bit of information.
"To your cats?" the lawyer asked curiously.
"Cats?" Natalia practically choked on the word. She sank down onto the chest that held her clothes and dropped her head into her hands as she continued to listen.
"Yes, Eliza. I simply vish to have ze cats inherit first. Zen, at ze end of zeir life span, my entire estate vill revert to Natalia. She sat their dumbstruck for a moment as she took it the conversation.
"Cats inherit first! And I come after the cats. I- me- after, no. It's not fair!" she cried angrily, standing up and hitting her head on the protruding end of the pipe. "Ooh! I mean, each cat will live about 12 years. I can't wait. And each cat has nine lives, that's four times twelve multiplied by nine times. No it's less than that," she muttered, trying to figure out the math in her head. "Anyway, it's much longer that I'd ever live," she swallowed sadly as she reached for her trousers. "I'll be gone." She moaned before her eyes widened and a wicked smile painted across her face.
"No. Oh, no. They'll be gone. I'll think of a way. Why, there are a million of reasons why I should!" she said hysterically, dollar signs floating all across her vision. "All of them dollars. Millions." She chuckled as she pulled her legs through her pants. "Those cats have got to go," she stated firmly before groaning as she ripped her trousers as she pulled her other leg through.
Alright, mein friends und I were talking and happening to watch Aristocats when this apperaified. Right now it's more like crack than an actual crossover, but that's ok, we can all just laugh at it XD so, I was going to genderbend France, cause it would have been very, very weird if I hadn't, but then I thought, the kittens could be adopted, or simply the mother wasn't there (either way you choose to take it) So, I decided against it and left him as good Ol Francy pants XD
I hope this is okay because I will be continuing it! It is way too much fun to quit now! XD Hope ya like it!